My eyes were heavy, and all I could think of was sleep. A pregnant woman with a meddling father, how do I cope?
"Brandon," I said. He smiled.
"The name is great, but... no!" he retorted. I smiled, remembering my friend Brandon, whom Joshua hates so much. It's been a long time since I spoke to him, though. I think I lost his number.
"Jeff," I said.
"Nahh, that's the name of the guy who bullied me when I was in school," he said.
Huh?
For the first time in my life, I needed Joshua. There were like 5,000 names in the book. I don't know how to say no to him.
"Melis," I offered.
"No, doesn't sound good," he would reply.
"Alex."
"Too popular."
"Seth," I said.
"Is that a name?"
"Desmond."
"Too long."
I swear I fell asleep, but his voice woke me up. "Call names that start with P," he said.
"Patrick."
"That name is for psychopaths," he retorted.
